ten days into 2022 and i fucking hate it already.

goals:

1. reduce hdcp to 5 max for the year

2. practice more golf

anyway, i think every year i’m going to do more with writing about my thoughts and life, etc. i truly want to, but feel like it’s boring and i’m boring and there’s no reason to do such things. this is supposed to be therapeutic in a sense. i don’t find it that way.

3. try to be entertaining

i’ve got nothing else to say…